weary world
be still
rest a bit
I'll be here
when you wake
your face is lined
with the effort
of the burdens
you must
endure
your hands
they shake
from the toil
your feet
they crack
and bleed
upon the cliffs
you scale
relax your brow
let the darkness
fall
around you
put down
your tools
your weapons
your wares
I will take the night watch
soak your feet
in warm
southern seas
wrap yourself
in velvety
peace
let the song
of your
turmoil
slow
to
lullaby
sleep
dream of
tomorrow's
dawning joy.
1 comment:
this my soul needed more than i knew...thank you
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